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Friday, April 19, 2013

THE WINNERS ARE: SHELLY HAMMOND & REBEKAH!CONGRATULATIONS! I'LL BE SENDING YOU AN EMAIL.Welcome! Leave a comment and be entered to win a copy of the first in my new series, HOLLYWOOD HEARTS called IF I LOVED YOU. I'm awarding two copies. Don't forget your email address. Winners will be drawn Sunday night at 6:45pm. BIG prize from folks running the hop is $75! So don't forget to leave a comment & email addy and be entered for that, as well.

Here are 2 snippets from the book:Megan is unimpressed by Chaz Duncan, gorgeous movie star, who may be her new client:“Like I haven’t heard that
one before. I don’t give a damn you’re famous, okay. Can we get that straight?
I’m not impressed, not going to grovel at your feet. You’re simply a potential
client whose money I may be managing. No more and no less. I’m not going to
swoon and ask for an autograph or throw myself at you. Of course, I’ll do my
best to take care of your money as if it was my own, but that’s as far as it
goes.”

Chaz is not one to let a sarcastic woman have the last word, even if she is beautiful:“Yale School of Drama here. So
don’t condescend to me. I’m not a ‘dumb’ actor in love with himself. And you’re
dressed pretty hot for a financial advisor with only dollars and cents on her mind. Not that I’m objecting. I
love eye candy…great rack, too…” He grinned at her then pulled out his cell
phone.

“Eye
candy? Rack? Did you say rack? Why the nerve! Is that your cell phone?
Turn it off…”

A bit about the book:Does love always mean
total truth? Successfully shunning the limelight, Megan Davis kept her family
secret safe. Disrespectful of tabloid superstars, Meg was shocked when selected
to launch a celebrity division in her investment firm. Gorgeous, magnetic movie
star, Chaz Duncan valued privacy above all else. Drawn to Megan for more than
financial advice, will he share a secret or continue his high profile but
lonely existence? Jealousy, deceit and scandal threaten two careers and the
quest for true love and trust in this roller-coaster-ride contemporary
romance.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Welcome to my Tuesday Tales piece written to the word "chocolate". This week we have another installment of the WIP, THE RESCUED HEART.

Last time, Dr. Hack Roberts carried the pug he injured with his bike, Baxter, to Rory's apartment.

THE RESCUED HEART

“Look Miss…”

“Rory.”“Yes, yes, Rory, whatever. I’m not responsible for
your hardship. If you hadn’t leapt out…”
Hack sank down on her sofa and stroked Baxter’s ears.“You admitted losing control of your bike. And the
officer is awitness.”He shrugged. “Sue me. Take me to court.” He
dropped his hand from the dog who promptly nudged him to continue.She narrowed her eyes, “Maybe I will.”“It takes a lot of money to bring a lawsuit.”
Baxter nosed his face under Hack’s hand. The vet continued to pet the pug.“Don’t be so confident I won’t. My brother is a
lawyer. It’ll cost me zip-o to sue you.”He stood up. “I don’t mean to be rude, but…”“Rude? That’s exactly what you mean to be. You and
Miss, Miss Toothpick of 2013. Nasty, self-satisfied, smug…”“Enough!”“You haven’t heard anything yet.” Suddenly Rory’s
aggressive manner appeared to seep out of her like helium out of a balloon. She glanced
at Baxter then back at Hack. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. My boyfriend
and I just broke up. I’m all alone.” Her words came out in a whisper. “How will
I take care of Baxter.”Despite rapid blinking, tears ran down her cheeks.

Hack looked down at his hands. Please turn off the waterworks. I can’t
stand it.“Maybe I could pay for a dog walker…for Baxter.Until you get the
cast off.”“That’d
help,” she sniffled. Hack whipped out his handkerchief and poked it at Rory.
She took it and wiped her face. “Need The Toothpick's approval?”“Her name’s Felicia…”“Do you sleep with her? How can you have sex with
someone who disappears when she turns sideways?” Bet you’re
great in bed…so fiery and soft. “It’s not all red roses and Godiva Chocolates, but
we’re compatible.” His groin tightened when he glanced at Rory’s chest.“Compatible? Sounds like a real love match,” she
snickered. “How much do you need for a dog walker?” He stood
up. If I don’t leave, I’m going to do
something stupid.“I…I don’t know.”“You’re a dog walker yourself and you don’t know?”
He raised his eyebrows.“I don’t know who has free time. I’ll get back to
you.” I’ll get to
talk to her again.

“Fine. You have my card.” Rory pushed to her feet
as Hack moved toward the door. Baxter barked, causing her to turn sharply
toward him and lose her balance. Hack caught her before she fell against the
wall. His arm blocked her from a collision, forcing his fingers to close
around her breast. “Sorry,” he murmured removing his hand and helping
her stand.Wow. Nice. Very nice.“I’ll bet,” she mumbled, turning away to hide the
blush in her cheeks.